Yesterday one of my yoga teachers reminded me of a book I was listening to by Anodea Judith called “Eastern Body, Western Mind: Psychology and the Chakra System as a Path to the Self.” I had gotten halfway through and abandoned it. Sometimes this happens when something doesn’t capture my interest. But other times, it’s... Continue Reading →
Some wear their hearts on their sleeves. Hearts on sleeves have their advantages. They are easy to access, making things that requires hearts easier to accomplish. Tears, smiles, and laughs come easily. Others can care for them easily too because they see the pain and pleasure. She they can choose their words and actions to... Continue Reading →
Abstract concepts have always both fascinated and bothered me. I am drawn to them, finding my mind stimulated as they float around. And yet, I want to be able to pin them down, make them fit into boxes. But I know that no matter how much I wrestle with them, they will never be contained... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 